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Fido ain't want that smoke.
never seen domesticated cats work together like that lol
My cat saved my life from a pack of dogs back in 94. I may have told the story here before but I'll tell it again now.
When I got him in 91, Lucky's mother just got hit by a car, and as she was dying in the street she started mewing and we all heard a return mewing from underneath my neighbor's porch.
One of us crawled under there and there were about five kittens and their eyes weren't even open yet. They were so tiny, and Lucky was the smallest.
I begged my mother to keep him, and she reluctantly allowed it.
I fed him with an eyedropper for several weeks until he was big enough to drink through a small baby bottle. He eventually grew up to be a pretty big ass cat.
While most cats jump on top of dressers and counters and don't give a God damn what they knock over, Lucky was different.
Lucky would measure before jumping up on any counter or dresser. He would back up a couple steps, lift his head to make sure he wouldn't knock over anything and land as soft as Santa on a roof. Never knocked over anything
My other two cats for example didn't give a damn and when we moved the dresser there was a pile of things that they'd knocked over and didn't care.
My cats were all allowed Outdoors but they all came home when they needed to.
Throughout his life, anytime anyone tried to hold lucky he would allow it for about 20 seconds and then he started to wiggle as if to say, "Get the fuck off me," and he'd drop to the floor.
But with me I could hold him as long as I wanted, for hours if I felt like it and he never wiggled as if he was uncomfortable.
He was my cat.
One day, my brother and I are on our way to school in winter early 1994. With several inches of snow on the ground, I open the door and before I got a chance to lock it a pack of five dogs rushed up my stairs and I ran back into the house.
I was already running late for school, but I figured I would give the dogs about 5 minutes to leave and then I would try to leave out again.
When I open the door 5 minutes later, I intended to just look out to see if the dogs were gone and Lucky bolted out and stood at the top of the stairs. The dogs were waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
Lucky looked the alpha in the eye ignoring the rest of the dogs and hissed, his arched back and rankled fur showed his anger.
Like a cartoon, the alpha look to the left to the right and then lifted his own head as if to say, "Me?"
Lucky gave a short hiss as if to say, "Yeah, you. Motherfucker."
The alpha backed up about 5 ft and the other four dogs followed his lead backing up 5 ft to sit behind him.
Lucky then walked down the stairs staring at the alpha male and again ignoring the other four dogs and he gave a long hiss again this time standing as tall as he could.
The alpha then backed up 10 ft and the other dogs followed.
Here comes the moment where my cat didn't realize he was a cat.
My brother and I were standing on the stairs witnessing the entire thing. We were thinking, if we locked the door and the dogs Rush us we're fucked, but if we don't lock the door and someone breaks in our mother is going to kill us
Lucky look back toward my brother and I as if to say, "Come on. I got this."
When my brother and I hesitated, and understandably so, Lucky looked back at the two of us and craned his neck as if to say, "COME ON."
My brother and I walked down the stairs, passed behind Lucky and proceeded to the center of the street. Lucky followed us to the center of the street and the dogs also followed us to the center of the street.
The dogs lowered their head and growled as they walked behind my brother and I and my cat between the two of us and lucky walked behind us completely unbothered. He walked and every few steps he would turn around to ensure the dogs were at Bay and then he continued to walk behind us.
My brother was scared of shit. At one point he tensed up as if he was about to run and I grabbed his arm and stared into his eyes, "You better not motherfucking run," I said through my teeth.
My cat, still walking behind us, still turning around every few steps to make sure the dogs were at Bay, protected us like our personal Marine.
Those dogs followed behind us for five houses. Five of the longest houses in the history of houses in a neighborhood. I walked, my Knuckles White from grabbing my brother's coat and ensuring he didn't run and my cat Lucky walked behind us.
After five houses, the dogs lost interest and wandered up the street where they came, but Lucky walked all the way down the street behind my brother and I until we got to the corner.
When we crossed the street, Lucky headed back up the street where we came.
I didn't think about this all day. I was in the 11th grade and I had other things on my mind as a high school kid. But, when I got off the bus on my way home I thought about those fucking dogs and I thought, oh shit.
I got to the corner of my street where there was an auto body shop on the corner. I appeared around the auto body shop looking up the street and I didn't see anyone or anything.
I hesitantly walked up the street preparing to run like hell if I saw those dogs.
The first house behind the auto body shop, lucky sat on the porch and when he saw me he stood up and did that cute little cat Trot down the stairs and rubbed against my leg.
He then walked 5 ft in front of me, looking around all the cars and around every house. There was no sight of the dogs.
We walked all the way up the street, there were no dogs, and when we got to the house, lucky did that cute little cat tried up the porch stairs and sat by the front door.
I unlocked the front door, and we both walked inside.
We were poor. Our cats got the dry cat food that cost maybe a dollar or two dollars a box. But that day, I went into the cabinet and got two cans of tuna, opened up both cans and dumped both cans into Lucky's food dish. The other two cats tried to get in on it, but I held them off and let lucky enjoy his reward for saving my life.
Not too many people have stories of a cat saving their lives, but I do.
The following year, about 18 months later, Lucky would meet his end.
There was an empty lot next door to my family's two family house and a man would occasionally come by to mow the lawn with a large zero turn mower
I was at work, but my brother's account said that lucky tried to cross the open area to avoid the mower. The driver of the mower turned into Lucky intentionally saying, "God damn cat," and he ran over my cat paralyzing him from the rear legs down.
My mother and my brother rushed Lucky to the vet. The vet said he needed to put him to sleep and Lucky looked up at my brother desperately as if to say, "Wait. I still function."
The doctor insisted, and my mother and brother both cried as Lucky looked up at the two of them with dmsad eyes as the doctor took him away.
They both told me when I got home and I cried. Lucky was a great cat and I will always have this story to tell.
RIP Lucky
When I got him in 91, Lucky's mother just got hit by a car, and as she was dying in the street she started mewing and we all heard a return mewing from underneath my neighbor's porch.
One of us crawled under there and there were about five kittens and their eyes weren't even open yet. They were so tiny, and Lucky was the smallest.
I begged my mother to keep him, and she reluctantly allowed it.
I fed him with an eyedropper for several weeks until he was big enough to drink through a small baby bottle. He eventually grew up to be a pretty big ass cat.
While most cats jump on top of dressers and counters and don't give a God damn what they knock over, Lucky was different.
Lucky would measure before jumping up on any counter or dresser. He would back up a couple steps, lift his head to make sure he wouldn't knock over anything and land as soft as Santa on a roof. Never knocked over anything
My other two cats for example didn't give a damn and when we moved the dresser there was a pile of things that they'd knocked over and didn't care.
My cats were all allowed Outdoors but they all came home when they needed to.
Throughout his life, anytime anyone tried to hold lucky he would allow it for about 20 seconds and then he started to wiggle as if to say, "Get the fuck off me," and he'd drop to the floor.
But with me I could hold him as long as I wanted, for hours if I felt like it and he never wiggled as if he was uncomfortable.
He was my cat.
One day, my brother and I are on our way to school in winter early 1994. With several inches of snow on the ground, I open the door and before I got a chance to lock it a pack of five dogs rushed up my stairs and I ran back into the house.
I was already running late for school, but I figured I would give the dogs about 5 minutes to leave and then I would try to leave out again.
When I open the door 5 minutes later, I intended to just look out to see if the dogs were gone and Lucky bolted out and stood at the top of the stairs. The dogs were waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
Lucky looked the alpha in the eye ignoring the rest of the dogs and hissed, his arched back and rankled fur showed his anger.
Like a cartoon, the alpha look to the left to the right and then lifted his own head as if to say, "Me?"
Lucky gave a short hiss as if to say, "Yeah, you. Motherfucker."
The alpha backed up about 5 ft and the other four dogs followed his lead backing up 5 ft to sit behind him.
Lucky then walked down the stairs staring at the alpha male and again ignoring the other four dogs and he gave a long hiss again this time standing as tall as he could.
The alpha then backed up 10 ft and the other dogs followed.
Here comes the moment where my cat didn't realize he was a cat.
My brother and I were standing on the stairs witnessing the entire thing. We were thinking, if we locked the door and the dogs Rush us we're fucked, but if we don't lock the door and someone breaks in our mother is going to kill us
Lucky look back toward my brother and I as if to say, "Come on. I got this."
When my brother and I hesitated, and understandably so, Lucky looked back at the two of us and craned his neck as if to say, "COME ON."
My brother and I walked down the stairs, passed behind Lucky and proceeded to the center of the street. Lucky followed us to the center of the street and the dogs also followed us to the center of the street.
The dogs lowered their head and growled as they walked behind my brother and I and my cat between the two of us and lucky walked behind us completely unbothered. He walked and every few steps he would turn around to ensure the dogs were at Bay and then he continued to walk behind us.
My brother was scared of shit. At one point he tensed up as if he was about to run and I grabbed his arm and stared into his eyes, "You better not motherfucking run," I said through my teeth.
My cat, still walking behind us, still turning around every few steps to make sure the dogs were at Bay, protected us like our personal Marine.
Those dogs followed behind us for five houses. Five of the longest houses in the history of houses in a neighborhood. I walked, my Knuckles White from grabbing my brother's coat and ensuring he didn't run and my cat Lucky walked behind us.
After five houses, the dogs lost interest and wandered up the street where they came, but Lucky walked all the way down the street behind my brother and I until we got to the corner.
When we crossed the street, Lucky headed back up the street where we came.
I didn't think about this all day. I was in the 11th grade and I had other things on my mind as a high school kid. But, when I got off the bus on my way home I thought about those fucking dogs and I thought, oh shit.
I got to the corner of my street where there was an auto body shop on the corner. I appeared around the auto body shop looking up the street and I didn't see anyone or anything.
I hesitantly walked up the street preparing to run like hell if I saw those dogs.
The first house behind the auto body shop, lucky sat on the porch and when he saw me he stood up and did that cute little cat Trot down the stairs and rubbed against my leg.
He then walked 5 ft in front of me, looking around all the cars and around every house. There was no sight of the dogs.
We walked all the way up the street, there were no dogs, and when we got to the house, lucky did that cute little cat tried up the porch stairs and sat by the front door.
I unlocked the front door, and we both walked inside.
We were poor. Our cats got the dry cat food that cost maybe a dollar or two dollars a box. But that day, I went into the cabinet and got two cans of tuna, opened up both cans and dumped both cans into Lucky's food dish. The other two cats tried to get in on it, but I held them off and let lucky enjoy his reward for saving my life.
Not too many people have stories of a cat saving their lives, but I do.
The following year, about 18 months later, Lucky would meet his end.
There was an empty lot next door to my family's two family house and a man would occasionally come by to mow the lawn with a large zero turn mower
I was at work, but my brother's account said that lucky tried to cross the open area to avoid the mower. The driver of the mower turned into Lucky intentionally saying, "God damn cat," and he ran over my cat paralyzing him from the rear legs down.
My mother and my brother rushed Lucky to the vet. The vet said he needed to put him to sleep and Lucky looked up at my brother desperately as if to say, "Wait. I still function."
The doctor insisted, and my mother and brother both cried as Lucky looked up at the two of them with dmsad eyes as the doctor took him away.
They both told me when I got home and I cried. Lucky was a great cat and I will always have this story to tell.
RIP Lucky
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You told the least interesting part of the story. How did he save your ass.
I finished the story. I just saved it in pieces to ensure it didn't disappear.
This is a true story, all the way.
I saved the story in pieces.
I've been fucked over by my phone before, I clicked off to answer a call or check something else out (twitter, whatever) and everything I wrote was gone.
It's hella frustrating, so I saved it in pieces
I finished the story. Check it out
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I always find cat owners weird
And dog owners aren't that kissing in the mouth shit?
How so?
I just find people who are fascinated with cats weird.
my neighorhood is littered with cats. I live on cul-de-sac There is an elderly lady who's been coming down here feeding the damn cats everyday for the last 20 yrs. They fucking rummage though your garbage always jumping on pple cars or sleeping under cars for heat. I could never have a cat in my house. Shit now that i think about it….im not fond of catsUhhh ok
Ohhhhh, now I see what you mean when u put it in context. That's not a normal pet owner
That's the infamous cat lady of the feral cat tribe...that's different
Cats are creepy animals manOhhhhh, now I see what you mean when u put it in context. That's not a normal pet owner
That's the infamous cat lady of the feral cat tribe...that's different
Cats are hilarious with their different personalities. No different than this very forum.
They are fucking hysterical. Their faces, always have this look of disdain on them like we're not up to their standards. And 90% of the time they act like cats whether they're great or small.
But that other 10%, as you said, they do the most outrageous shit and then look at you like what?
And they will show up when you're in danger or sick even if you don't see them most of the time because they're off sleeping.
And the ones that sleep during the day tend to be active AF at night, especially the ones that venture outside...getting into all kinds of shit...beefs and alliances with other cats then asleep during the day like nothing happened
It's a good story bro.
I even broke it down into small paragraphs so it's easy for people like you to read. Posting the Colin Powell is still funny though.
Thanks bro.
And the ones that sleep during the day tend to be active AF at night, especially the ones that venture outside...getting into all kinds of shit...beefs and alliances with other cats then asleep during the day like nothing happened
Yep. I saw this program where they put collars on them and tracked them at night. Those little bastards were traveling miles getting into who knows what.
Then they come home and meow and rub on you to get fed and 10 minutes later they look at you like they've never seen you before.
I love those fuckers.
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